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You are interfering with a police investigation. This is your last warning, Bekki,” she frowned.
    “Yes Ma'am,” Bekki replied, though her words were dripping with hatred. As she climbed into her car and drove away she felt a deep sense of foreboding. If Trevor couldn't do anything to help , then Sammy might not have a chance of getting out of jail.

Chapter Three
     
    O n the way back to the salon Bekki passed by the shop that the caterer ran. She and Sammy both knew him from high school. She decided it couldn't hurt to stop in and ask him a few questions about Lucy. When she opened the door to the shop, the owner rushed forward. Stewart Martin was one of the shortest men she had ever met, but he had always been kind and creative. She braced herself as she didn't know what he believed about the murder.
    “Bekki, is Sammy okay?” he asked in a rush. “Is she going to be released soon?”
    Bekki sighed with relief that he hadn't been convinced of Sammy's guilt.
    “It's not looking great,” Bekki admitted as she frowned. “I'm sorry about your employee Lucy. Were you close?”
    “Thank you, but no,” Stewart shook his head. “She had just started working for us, actually.” He pointed to her photo on the wall which had photos of all his staff members and their positions. Bekki noticed how young she looked with her soft brown curls and light green eyes. “She seemed like a bright, young woman, but she didn't have a particular talent for cooking,” Stewart explained.
    “ Hmm,” Bekki nodded slightly. “Do you know her family or friends?”
    “No,” he shook his head. “I've been making calls all day, trying to find someone to contact on her behalf, but it seems like she has no family.”
    “Poor girl,” Bekki offered in a troubled tone. It was hard to believe that she could be killed and have no one to claim her body or grieve her loss. Then she recalled what the maid had said about Mrs. Windward.
    “Stewart, did Lucy ever say anything about having a problem with the Windwards?” she asked curiously.
    “No,” he paused a moment and then frowned. “Well, she did call me to let me know she had a bit of a run in with Mrs. Windward. She said they were arguing, and that she might call for another assistant to come over. I told her not to let the snobby queen get the best of her, and just get through it,” he shook his head slightly, a flicker of guilt crossing his features. “I guess I should have just told her to leave. Maybe if I had, she would still be alive.”
    “It's not your fault , Stewart,” Bekki said sternly. “How could you possibly know that anything like this would happen?”
    “Never in my wildest dreams,” Stewart admitted. “It just seems so pointless, a young life wasted.”
    “It is pointless,” Bekki agreed. “But the very least we can do is make sure that we find out exactly what happened.”
    “Sure,” Stewart nodded with a faint smile, “if there's anything I can do to help, just let me know.”
    “I will,” Bekki assured him, “a nd as soon as I know something, I'll contact you.”
    After her visit with the caterer what she wanted to do was head straight for the jail to check in with Sammy, but she needed some time to clear her head first. The safest place she could think of to be was her house. When she reached it, she ho ped that Trevor would be there. It was a strange feeling hoping to see a man she still harbored a good amount of animosity towards.
    She settled down at the kitchen table and began trying to piece together what she had learned during her visit at the Windward mansion. Bekki studied the picture of the shoeprint. She knew that the police had overlooked it. She knew that by not reporting it to the police she was probably impeding the investigation. If it were Nick she was dealing with there would not be an issue, she would show him the evidence. But it was Detective Williams. The very same Detective Williams who had promised to arrest her if she